I remember here, last year, Natashka and I went somewhere to Peter, and suddenly we met a man on the trail. This man stood and something evil and cried unclearly. I slowed down and asked: "What, forgive me?" The man said something again. I asked again, did not understand again, and, a little scared, went on. In the back, the man shouted to us: “Fucking Moscovites, even “thank you” won’t say! “I asked Natashka, maybe she understood. Natasha says: "Looks like the tour was offered".

I really wanted to go on a trip with this guy. When I am afraid, but I want to. Let us follow Peter, and the man spoke to us: “Listen, you foolish colloquials, out of Hermitage!”
The fear won, of course. But it will be my dream, like a parachute jump.